Tell me who I am.
I’m a chameleon. It’s one of my greatest skills: it’s also a curse. The ability to slide into any environment, to be what’s “expected” because conflict and rejection must be avoided, comes at a cost. You lose a sense of who you are independent of other people. You need another to pair with or stand against. You exist only as referential. It reduces conflict, to … Continue reading Tell me who I am.
It’s never too late.
That’s not entirely true. Sometimes, it is too late. That’s why now is generally better. I’m almost never pleased post-procrastination. I’m regretful of late. I want more from my life and my reality. I suspect I’m not alone. I feel old and spent and used and tired. Some of it’s nature – I tend to the neurotically depressed and miserable – but some I think … Continue reading It’s never too late.
The trees are making me feral.
The good thing about hard times is they make us philosophical. Very little helpful philosophy comes from a week at a tropical all-inclusive, except that one should balance water and alcohol carefully, and sunscreen is never a bad idea. I noticed the misery-philosophy connection early on. I made any number of philosophical insights in the window between bingeing and throwing up: bulimia is a powerful … Continue reading The trees are making me feral.
Reblog: “What chronic pain management techniques are there? by ‘When Women Inspire’.”
A computer screen is a cruel mirror but then, I already knew the truth about what it was showing. The bags under my eyes are dire. No makeup will hide them: we’re talking prosthetic construction, here. I love that I can appreciate moderately funny when I’m full of battle fatigue and rage a fair bit of the time. Luckily, they’re hard to access when severely … Continue reading Reblog: “What chronic pain management techniques are there? by ‘When Women Inspire’.”
From Famine to Feast 